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Cocky Biker(4)

By:Faleena Hopkins


Without missing a beat, he throws back in the same hushed volume, “Only if I want it bad enough.”

We stare at each other until I volley back, “Well, I hope I don’t fall into that category.”

His smirk deepens. “I’m just havin’ breakfast and I like to look at a pretty face sometimes. I get tired of lookin’ at them.” He jabs a thumb toward his club then leans in. “Who says I want you, Sunshine?”

I blink at the name, knowing he means it ironically. Leaning in, too, I hold his eyes.

“Most men do.”

I stretch and arch my back on purpose.

He’s not the only one with an impressive chest.

His eyes fall where I expect them to go, to my cleavage made deep by double D’s I inherited from my mother. I’ve been told I could be Penelope Cruz’s sister, and I can see where they get that idea. My mother looked a lot like her, much more so than I.

Only her beauty led to her undoing.

I won’t let that happen to me.

I won’t be used.

For sex. For money. For money for sex.

Not like she was.

But I will manipulate the fuck out of who I want to, if it entertains me…like right now.

Grey Eyes slowly lifts his eyes from my display and there’s a gleam there that’s not just sexual as he chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. He’s not some animal, a dog in heat, or some kid. Like I sensed, he’s no rapist or scuzbag. He thinks I’m entertaining, too, and he’s having fun with this.

He thinks he found a good opponent.

Smirking back at him, I dig in. Damn, food tastes so good when you’re really, REALLY hungry.

The waitress drops his plate down and coldly informs him, “My name’s not Alice.”

He gives her a wink and a disarming smile. “It is now.”

I watch her cold expression melt into confusion.

I know the feeling.

He and I eat in silence, watching each other from time to time. I catch him glancing to my breasts just once. Each time our eyes meet, I hold his look for a moment and then go back to my meal. The residue of these exchanges builds a solid zing in my bloodstream.

Best scrambled eggs I’ve had in a while.

As I nibble and savor the final sliver of crispy bacon, Grey Eyes spreads strawberry jam on toast and looks at me with caution like he knows the end is coming.

“Why do I get the feeling you’re treating me like a bird you don’t want to scare off?”

In the same private volume I used, he answers, “Because you’re perceptive.” After a charged pause where neither of us can look away, he whispers, “I’d say more cat than bird. You’ve got secrets, Sunshine. I like that.”

How the fuck can he tell that just by looking at me?

“It was uncomfortable meeting you.” I grab my pack, take one last sip of coffee, then get out of the booth and walk away.

It’s been a long time since a man woke my body up this way. I am damp and ready for things I don’t have time for.

Don’t look back, Luna.

Don’t do it.

But I can’t help myself.

Stealing a glance behind me, I discover him turned around in the booth, unashamedly watching me leave. Those amazing eyes of his lazily drift up from checking out my ass, and the look in them pulses a response back from my poor, neglected pussy.

I’m almost to the door when I loudly tell him, and the whole diner, “Never gonna happen!”

The cocky fuck smiles.





Jett





As I stroll back to the Ciphers, Scratch informs me as if I don’t already know, “That body would drop any man to his knees.”

I give his shoulder a solid smack. “I know it’s tough but keep your eyes off her. She’s mine.”

Honey Badger chuckles deep and rumbly as all four of them watch me head out the door to chase her down. I’m not letting a woman like that get away until I’m done with her.

Squinting against the Southern California sun, I search for the feral beauty. The parking lot has the same unimpressive cars in it as when we rode up.

Out of habit, I do a quick scan of our Harleys as I pass them for the sidewalk, to make sure no one’s been dumb enough to fuck with ‘em. No sign they’ve been touched. So I stroll past purple Bougainvillea bushes growing up a fence on the property behind the diner, and discover gold.

There she is walking up Coldwater Canyon.

Her sweet, round ass is ticking from side to side as though to say time is running out, buddy.

She made some distance. On foot. So she doesn’t have a car.

I’ve got a ride I can give her.

“Hey!” I shout up the street. Her shoulders stiffen, but she doesn’t slow down.

She’s gonna make me chase her.

That I can do.

My boots hit the ground heavily as I break into a run. I don’t slow until I’ve reached her side.